Our trip to Vila (which is where we are right now) was well timed in terms of some much needed shopping. We used our last tin of tomatoes during last week (I'm amazed how long I made 6 tins last) and I also need a new pair of shoes to slip on so I can venture out to the toilet in the middle of the night or go to the shower. The story goes like this...
The other night I was having a particulary bad nights sleep and was unimpressed to wake up yet again and need to go to the toilet. I usually cope OK with the long drop but the disappearance of the sun below the horizon marks the start of cockroach happy hour at the Wain-van den Bronk Loo (it's the hip new place that's recently been renovated!) One of Nic's renovations to the toilet was to get rid of the original wooden crate with a hole in it that was the toilet seat and construct a taller, sturdier seat with a hinged lid so that the cockroaches and spiders couldn't hide under the lip. I found this fantastic and I've been steadily picking off the little blighters by squashling them with my shoe.
However, on the night in question in my sleep deprived state I took aim, smacked at the nasty creature, missed, hit the other edge of the toilet with the recoil of the attempted whack and dropped my shoe into the long drop! I stood in shock at my stupidity (now quite well awake) and then burst out laughing at myself. On going back to bed I found that I still couldn't sleep but this time because I had the giggles and couldn't stop myself from thinking silly things like "Well that's 3000VT down the toilet....literally!" (I'd bought the fake Birkenstocks in a dodgy duty free place when we first arrived in Vila). In the end I had to wake Nic up to tell him & share the hilarity. I'm sure, though, that he didn't need to be woken in the middle of the night to know that he's married a complete dill!